Arlan finally wrapped up his work for the day. The past couple hours, he had been discussing with his ministers important matters to be raised for the next day of the summit. He was pretty unsatisfied with the proceedings so far, but it could not be helped. Politics and diplomacy was part of being a member of human royalty—he couldn’t just use pure violence to deal with all the problems they were facing.
In the evening, the royalty of Megaris and Abetha were invited to the guest palace of Griven for a dinner banquet. The preparations were made in the open, where an outdoor arrangement was made in the middle of the rear garden of the mansion.
The prince and his retinue soon stepped out to welcome their guests, and Oriana admired the transformation of a beautiful garden into one straight out of a fairy book. Lit up with numerous lamps and candles, the white table decorations looked ethereal and magical under the moonlight. A sweet smile painted itself on her face as she followed behind the prince.
"Your Highness, everything is ready," Neil infomed. The decorations were his masterpiece; he was the one assigned to prepare the dinner banquet. "The guests will be arriving any minute now."
Arlan nodded in response and walked ahead. As they stopped at the entrance of the garden, Arlan found Oriana’s behavior amusing, especially the way she was curiously looking, admiring the beauty of the place.
However, the faint smile hanging on his lips didn’t last that long as his aide once again acted in a manner that displeased him.
"Beautiful," she mumbled while her eyes were stuck at the royal couple entering the garden, more specifically at the veiled woman walking beside her husband. ’Did the Queen cast a spell on me? Everytime I look at her, that beautiful face from that night comes to mind.’
Her eyes never left the elegant woman in a beautiful light purple dress. Be it her posture or her steps, each of her movements were filled with grace. Once more, she began to imagine the beauty hidden under that veil.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Her heart was racing at the sight of Seren once more, and a furious blush spread across her face when she realized that Seren was staring at her, her eyes smiling at her. The Queen’s goodwill seemingly not minded that Oriana was just a servant.
Oriana felt overjoyed that the Queen smiled at her. ’So sad that the King has never seen her face, but I am truly a fortunate one to be able to see the beauty of this goddess.’
Arlan and Drayce exchanged displeased glances as both their women looked eager to speak with each other, and the way Oriana was staring at Seren, it was something that both men had to frown upon.
"How are you, Orian?" Seren asked, her act of speaking first out of character.
"I am good, Your Majesty, I hope you are feeling much better with the new medicine I made for you."
"Yes, they are working really fine. It’s good to have you as my physician."
"It’s me being fortunate to be able to treat a great lady like you."
The pair continued to talk as if others didn’t exist and made the two men standing with them incredibly jealous.
’Can’t you take care of your woman and stop her from ogling over mine?’ Drayce’s brows creased.
’Mine is a pervert but you should keep yours away from her so she won’t have anyone to ogle at.’
’Who was the one to invite us over for dinner?’ Drayce countered. ’You should have kept her locked away before we arrived.’
Arlan silently agreed through his gaze. ’I should have done that.’
The conversations halted when the last guest appeared. It was Cian, the Crown Prince of Abetha.
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